A/n: This is a fan fiction based on the song The One That Got Away by Katy Perry. It's heavily based on memories through certain lyrics of the song. When I heard it I just had to write a fan fiction about it because it is pretty, pretty amazing. This is a future fic as well, and I hope to god what I write in this chapter doesn't actually happen. Remember guys R&R
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"NO BLAINE I DON'T CARE! I KNOW WHAT I SAW; YOU KNOW WHAT BLAINE FUCK OFF! FUCK OFF! YOU BROKE MY HEART AND I HATE YOU! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN BLAINE ANDERSON, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"
Kurt Hummel stormed out, tears falling down his face as he tried desperately not to collapse on the floor. He ran out of his now ex-boyfriends apartment and slammed the door so hard that the whole door frame shook. He moved towards his car, he was shaking so much it felt like he would explode if he didn't calm down. Kurt entered his car, breathing heavily he reflected on what he had just witnessed.
Kurt was going to surprise Blaine for his 24th Birthday, by showing up to his apartment even though he thought Kurt was away working on his new album. He had used the spare key and that's when he saw it. His boyfriend on their sofa, the one they had bought when moving in with each other, kissing the life out of another man. Blaine's hair was everywhere when he witnessed it; the home wrecker had wild blond hair and he didn't appear to be wearing a shirt. He was gnawing on his neck as if his life depended on it.
The sight almost knocked Kurt backwards. He felt his heart shatter into pieces at the sight, he felt as though gravity no longer was in place. His knees became weak; his eyes began flooding with tears. He found himself gasping for air desperately, it felt as if the oxygen had been sucked out of his body; he hoped this was some sick, sick nightmare. But it wasn't…
His boyfriend, his first love, his angel was cheating on him with some blond fucking STD ridden whore. Anger took over him. Anger like non other that Kurt had ever experienced; it reached every corner of his body right down to the edge of his fingertips. He stormed into Blaine's apartment and screeched louder than he had ever done in his life. The blonde whore jumped up as if Blaine was suddenly made of electricity, picked up his crappy shirt from the floor and ran out of the apartment as though his life was in danger. In the mood Kurt was in, this was very wise of him.
Blaine turned as white as a sheet. He stood up, looking apologetically and started blathering about how it wasn't what it seemed. He moved in close to Kurt, trying to go for an embrace when Kurt's hand swung for his face, making a satisfying noise on connection. This shut him up quickly and Kurt began yelling and yelling and yelling until his heart gave out. Until he had finished it. Until his heart was simply a mere shadow of what it was but an hour ago.
Kurt drove off, as he saw Blaine run towards his car. He couldn't face him, he couldn't even think about him without being driven physically sick. Kurt just drove through the dark, tears streaming hot and fresh. He needed to take his mind off things, quickly and swiftly at that. He made a blind jab for his radio and instantly Kurt knew that the universe and music must be interconnected somehow…